So, after reading this oneshot for the billionth time,
I decided that I really wanted to see it turn into a full story.
So I asked Mina, and she said:
"Go crazy. I actually can see where this oneshot could go if I were to turn it into a story, but I have too many stories to reap load and too many new stories in mind with too little time to dedicate myself into it. But you go, I'm sure you'll make something wonderful that people will appreciate. And if not, well, I will 😉 ️😋"
I can't believe she's letting me do this! I really thought she wouldn't!
Anyway, I have adopted this story, and I hope you will enjoy it.
This is the first chapter, as Mina wrote it.
With a brusk move, Jace tackled Clary against the wall of the empty bedroom, kissing her with as much harder as she was kissing him. The two of them could still hear the party raging downstairs, but none of them seemed to care, they were too focused on the other and on what they were about to do. Their blood was coursing through their veins, their breath was rapid and erratic, their desire for one another was on fire.
The two of them have known each other ever since Jace's family moved into town, a few years ago. And ever since, they have hated each other with passion. They just couldn't stand one another, which became a problem when Clary befriended Izzy, Jace's sister. Every time they would see one another, only disdain would come out of them. Over the years, they tried to become somehow friends, but hatred always took over, it was visceral.
But now, they were both making out in a spare room of Magnus's house, tearing each other's cloths apart. None of them really knew how they got into this situation, and at the given moment, none of them actually cared. All they cared about was to relief the sexual tension they could sense between them. Jace could still remembered how annoyed he was at his sister Izzy for bringing Clary to the party, just like Clary couldn't forget how Jace unknowingly saved her from an unpleasant flirt with Sebastian. It wasn't that Sebastian was a bad person, it was just that he didn't take very well their 'breakup', and that he still thought they could be an item.
But the thing was, Clary didn't like relationships, and Sebastian -who had always promised her friendship with benefits- started becoming more boyfriend material than sexbuddy material. So she stopped it all. And she was more than annoyed that he couldn't just understand that this was it for her. And there, just as Sebastian was starting to be flirty, Jace appeared out of nowhere to mock her about her presence here. Clary wasn't a party person. She was more subtle than that to find her conquests since she didn't want the whole school to go judgmental on her because she liked sex, but not strings attached.
As soon as Jace started talking to Clary, Sebastian disappeared, mostly because he didn't want Jace to embarrass him. Jace knew that. He knew that Sebastian had it bad for Clary, and that the vixen was just toying with him. Just another reason to hate her. She was playing innocent, batting her long eyelashes to the world, but she was just a demon in disguise.
When she tried to turn her back on him, he called her out about her bitchiness and her cold heart; and of course she retorted to him that she had no lessons to take from a manwhore like him. And since the two of them always had such kind feelings toward one another, things escalated pretty quick, with the both of them raising their voices and calling each other names, their bodies so close that it could have looked like they were about to fight … or make out.
Which they did. Without knowing how it happened, they made out, Jace pulling Clary into his arms as she jumped and locked her legs around his waist. Swift as the wind, Jace made them move from the secluded corner where they had been fighting to the guest room upstairs, where they intensified even more their make out session.
With a frustrated growl, Clary pushed Jace off of her, making him step backward to the bed where he sat so she could straddle him. As soon as she was on his laps, Jace kissed her back, fisting her dark red hair in the same way she was fisting his. None of them wanted to give in to the other, both of them were fighting for dominance. And though Clary was on top of Jace, straddling him to make him hard, Jace was starting to slightly win the battle over her mouth. With a gasp, they both looked out for clean oxygen, breaking the connection of their lips, and as soon as the kiss stopped, Clary opened her blouse, her fingers feverish with need. They both knew what they were in for, and that none of them could back away at this point, even if they didn't talk about it.
Jace smirked as Clary kept on unbuttoning her blouse, and he swiftly removed his Metallica shirt. "Who would have thought that you were so impatient, Red," He sneered, mostly using this nickname because he knew she hated when he called her like that.
"Shut up, Goldilocks. I'm not the one who's already bare chested and on the bed, ready to get laid," She retorted with venom, using herself a nickname that she knew he hated.
"True that," Jace admitted, before taking Clary in his arms and swiftly turning so she was laying on the bed, him hovering over her. In one move, he reached for the hook of her bra, but when he struggled to undo it, Clary evilly snickered and lifted herself up on her elbows.
"I see that you don't have much experience in removing bras," She mocked, taking off her bra in one expert move and throwing it away.
The witty come back that Jace had on his tongue died in his mouth as Clary's breast were revealed to him, and for a few seconds, all he could was stare.
Clary had always been the baggy shirt kind of girl, so he always figured that she barely had any boobs. But, boy, was he wrong. Clary had big, perky boobs. The same ones that many boys fantasise about when they have their first handjobs. How come he never noticed before?
"You gonna stare at them forever, or are we gonna have some sex, in here?" Clary snapped, hating -as usual- the extra attention that boys always gave to her breast. She always hated them for growing out so quickly and so enormously, and always did her best to hide them.
Jace quickly snapped of it, and let his hands fall on Clary's waistband to take them off, all the while sucking on her collarbone. But as soon as Clary's trousers were out of the picture, Jace's head fell to her breast so he could take care of them properly. He moved his tongue on her nipples the best he knew, rewarded by Clary's pleasured moans, and her arching her back to him, silently asking for more.
Jace always loved how he could send a girl on fire just by touching her. It gave him an extra boost at his ego that he wasn't going to deny. And it was exciting for him as well. He loved feeling the girl's blood rush through their veins until he could feel their erratic heartbeats. He loved knowing that he was able to make a girl scream without even being in her yet. And though he hated Clary, he loved that he could take that out of her.
As he kept his mouth busy with Clary's breast, Jace's hand crept under her panties so he could pleasure her there, and he relished when he felt her so wet for him. No matter how much they loathed each other over the past years, he still made her wet at this very instant, and this was something that he would never let her forget.
He started kissing his way down, like girls usually liked him to do, especially when he knew that he was very good with his tongue; when Clary strongly stopped him and disappeared from beneath him.
"I don't do that," She explained, before going on: "I can go down on you, but youdon't go down on me."
For a second, Jace was fazed, before he shrugged it out and took a condom out of his pocket. He was not going to care if Clary Fray didn't want him to go down. It was even better, it meant that they would get laid earlier, so no big deal.
With a little shimmy of his tushy, Jace let his boxers and trousers fall on floor, and signalled with his head at Clary to get back on the bed. She rose an eyebrow at him, but before she could even start saying something annoying like she always did, Jace stopped her:
"Don't start that shit on me, Fray. We came here to fuck, so now, lay down so I don't loose altitude over nothing."
With fire flaming in her eyes, Clary glared at him, but she still did as told, and laid on the bed. With a humph of satisfaction, Jace placed himself at her entrance, but just as he was about to plunge in her, he suddenly had a revelation. He was about to have sex with his archenemy. The person he could stand the least in the world. The person his friend Sebastian had a crush on. The person who would gladly trade him for a simple plate of broccoli. Still, this didn't bother him more than a mere second, and with a growl of satisfaction, he thrust in the redhead as deep as he could.
Clary moaned, appreciating Jace's manhood in her, and inwardly grateful that he wasn't abnormally too big. He wasn't small, he was actually the perfect size girls wanted. Long and large enough so the sex could be really enjoyable, and not half of it being sore.
As Jace started thrusting deeply inside of her, Clary's eyes rolled backwars, and she lifted her right leg so Jace's member would hit that perfect and wonderful spot within her. She could hear Jace's grunt over her pants, and as she felt her climax build up faster than it usually did, she suddenly rolled them both, surprising Jace in the process.
Not that he complained when she straddled him, and started riding him. He fully appreciated the view of Clary's breast bouncing at the rhythm of her hips for a few minutes, before he felt that he was not going to last long. The pressure started being too much, and would soon be painful if he didn't release; and so he gripped her hips, making her jump harder on him, and loving the fact that he could make her face have such expressions. He would never let forget that either.
He watched her climax hard and long on him, and let her ride it out, even though he had finished long before her. When she was completely limp, she fell on the bed next to him. Both were sweaty and out of breath, and once they caught their breath, Clary got up and looked for her cloths.
"I still can't stand your face. But the sex was awesome," She let Jace know as she dressed back in her cloths, turning her back on him. And it occurred to Jace that Clary had a hot body, no matter the angle. And he liked it. Not the girl, shewas still annoying, but the body.
"That's because I am awesome, sugar," Jace grinned, dressing back himself, and when Clary brought her hair up in her usual ponytail, he confessed: "Even if you're that annoying little girl, this must have been one of my best shag. We should totally have another one."
Clary smirked at him, and opened the door. But before she left, she looked deep in his eyes, and teasingly said: "Maybe."
I will try to update regularly, but I'm not making any promises
Like I'm not promising this will be as good as Mina's stories.
this is my first fic ever, so yeah...
And if you don't know who Mina is (which I doubt since you're reading this, but still)
her user name is
MINA LISLY
Go check her out.
